Lanisha Renee Daniels
Bio
I’m a writer and a designer I love people I’m very warm hearted and I love to laugh and I’m friendly. I love music cooking and I love to have peace . I’m very sensitive and emotional but strong at the same time. I care genuinely for others
Stories (2/0)
The Ex
Hi, this story takes place in mid July, I’d say July seventh 2019, I was home in peace I was feeling good, life was good, had a few things that were not so good going on but things were getting worked out so no problem. So I rented a room out to a guy I new for years he was like family. I kind of new him from seeing him around but not personally I never really wanted to know some people I just feel things so I know why now. So this man was asking the guy to hook me up with him I’m not knowing this. he Told me he said to him no she’s been through a lot she is not the type to play games with men. So he wiggles his way in my life anyway and I fell for it. I kept reassuring him I wanted a friend i want to move slow and grow. Before I knew it he was here every day staying a nite he never was intimate with me, he would touch me and kiss, caress me, and I told him after that I really did not want that. But I thought he was different, He seemed nice he was telling my family and friends that he loved me in only 2 weeks. I was concerned at first then I said maybe he does it can happen foolishly. I went against all my rules and fell for him. Then one day he started arguing with me because I started asking him why hasn’t he took me out yet he went crazy totally changed to another person. Then he told me several times we would go out and we never did. We started arguing, He was aggressive angry and just scary so I said ok I’m done but he begged me back saying I’m sorry, I was wrong, I should of left. So I kept asking him why don’t I ever get to go to your house he got upset started yelling at me again. Then said he can’t be with me cause I drink soda and I’m not vegan. I said Your crazy, Come to find out his sister said he is sick, and he was a narcissist. Everything I thought about him wax true. And he admitted he did drugs but stopped, I heard he still is on the multiple drugs. Dust, cocaine, mushrooms, and weed which isn’t bad he also does pills, so now I see what the problem was. It was never me , I mean I went through hell with this guy he was a control freak on top of everything else wanted to control what I eat and drink, he told me if I don’t eat alkaline foods he can’t be with me but he was with me for months knowing I ate differently. And funny thing is he started acting that way once he got a job, remember I said he was at my house every day like clock work. He took me on a real roller coaster ride that I never wanna experience in my life ever again. I mean he argued with me about the pitiest things It could be a tv show anything. so I figured just make him think he Is right so you don’t waste energy with this guy. So I started ignoring his crazy arguments . But he still, he always found a way to argue with me. Then I figured it out he is bipolar I thought. No it was drugs he still did drugs and that’s why he was flip flopping and acting all crazy and trying to put everything on me I had enough of it. So I’m at peace now I got closure it was never me . He was crazy the whole time and his family said they try to get him help and he is reading self help books and they hope he gets help I’m like what the heck wow. I never would of thought that at first by looking at him and talking he seemed so smart but he reads google and learns things to make it seem like he already knew it all along. He did so much, I can write a book about it never mind a story. He was the worse person I ever encountered in my life, a master manipulator. And his sister also told me he was known for getting physical abusing women. She said that he likes toxic relationships and that he will wheel you back in if he can to keep the excitement going, like I thought she said he feeds on it. I had said that to someone about him I was right. I felt like he got a kick out of arguing with me like he enjoyed it. I would beg him to stop, I would tell him look I don’t care I don’t want to argue, he still was at it. To the point where it started taking a toll out on me and I started hating him. I felt like he was purposely driving me crazy. My brother was killed on his birthday years ago Sept 2013 I was so paranoid I thought he had something against my brother and wanted to hurt me I didn’t know what to think. I just knew I did not deserve this I had told him what I went through, how I was mourning. He didn’t care obviously all he cared for was himself and I prayed he will get his karma. He left me for dead in the hospital having surgery he got me pregnant and I had to have surgery, He never ever even came to see me. I learned a lesson to never trust a Man in my life he ruined my heart I had already been hurt I was just getting over a guy and before that I was divorcing my husband who got a little girl pregnant after I buried my brother. It’s like nobody cared for me, just kept hurting me, and hurting me. I wonder if it’s ever going to end or what. Sometimes I feel like bad people never feel pain only good people feel pain.When will I be happy, when will the pain stop I just want love and peace.
By Lanisha Renee Daniels4 years ago in Humans
My Life Story
My Life. It all begin in October 1977, my mother was walking home with me I was 2 years old, my dad approached my mother she was in her way home from babysitting for my auntie and asked her to give me to her, she said no Bobby, go be with the other women you have pregnant. My dad got upset and starting hitting my mom while she held me and he threw her on the ground and got on top of her, I was in between this at the time I don’t remember anything but I was told by family that a woman said he threw her so hard against her house her pictures fell off her wall. And when she came outside she saw a man in top of a women with a baby in between them. And that was the key witness in the case when my mom was charged with murder in self defense. My mother was 19 years old at the time so was my dad 19 as well. So my mom I was told had a seam cutter and she held it up towards him and he leaned down on it and killed himself according to forensics. That’s what I was told and it was verified by my mom she doesn’t like to talk about my dad or what happened, so I got information from my family. As far as I remember I had a good childhood until my mom started doing drugs. And I was constantly getting beat with extension cords, hangers, belts, anything phone cords .And after my siblings were born I got treated worse she said she had new kids now and I wasn’t part of the family. And my uncle was beating me too. I was in my room as usual listening to music and my mom and uncle busted in my room telling me turn the music down. It wasn’t really loud they were just high and drinking and always picked on me. So I ran away at 14 my uncle chased me and he slapped me I ran to my grandmother house a few blocks away. My grandmother said don’t touch her again this not your child. After that I remember moving in with friends from my school and I told them I was going to my grandmother house and I left and never saw them for years. When I got to my grandmother house my dads mom I was happy . But then the abuse began years later out of nowhere my Auntie and my 2 uncles treated me like shit they said they hated me, I was a yellow bitch and my mom killed they brother. I had never knew that, I heard a woman say it years ago but I ignored it I was like 10 years old I can’t remember I just remember my mom fighting a woman and she said your a murderer! How you gonna explain to your daughter that you killed her father. I just froze I was looking out the window with my friends next door and they heard it too and they just looked at me like what? I was like I don’t know. My other auntie and 2 uncles never abused me they loved me the other 3 just started doing drugs and changed on me.they all used to spoil me my whole family did until drugs took over they minds. So growing up I was very afraid to talk to people I was afraid people would know about my mom and my dad but I didn’t know they did everybody from back then knew. I was always looked at and asked questions growing up. Then my mom changed on me and started abusing me verbally, physically,emotionally, and financially she just was crazy at times. Once she pulled my hair out from the roots so hard my scalp was bleeding, she bit me in my back, and when I turned 18 I was pregnant with my first child and she was also pregnant, I forgot to mention how I got back there from my grandmother’s. Well my uncle the same one who chased me those years ago camecsnd got me I don’t know how they knew I was at my cousins for a while but he came and said ya mother is having a baby and you have to come help her. So I left and that’s how I ended up back with my mom and I got pregnant she was 7 months I was like about 3 months. Well the whole pregnancy my mom fought me it was like hell again. One night my uncle tried to fight me again I was 4 months I had caught him tryna steak from my mom and he pushed me against the wall the neighbors heard and called police. They police did nothing they just said let him cool down he was leaving anyway with the shit he stole . So months later a lady from the neighborhood that gave everybody hell came in looking for her husband. I said you can’t be here my mom said nobody can come in, she said I’m not going anywhere. At this time I had enough of everything and everybody so I threw my moms rooster statue at her it missed by one inch. After that I got a stick and ran after her, I hit her several times the stick was bouncing off her head like rubbed it was weird. I stopped and she grabbed the stick out my hand and hit me across my back I was 8 months pregnant at this time. My grandmother and family came and she lied and said she never hit me as she was running up the street. So the next the this lady is dead she was killed and guess who police questioned? Me people said I was fighting her. I had to go to the station when I was ready they said call so I did. They showed me pictures of her dead body asking me did she look like that last time I saw her. I said hell no she was walking and talking last time I saw her actually she was running up the street. She was found rolled up in a rug with three fingers missing. I’m wondering how they think I could have done that, must be crazy. So one day a guy said a co worker was at work bragging about how he killed this bitch and cut her fingers off and put them in his freezer. So I was happy cause they were gonna try to put that shit on me I just knew it.soon after that on January 5 1994 I had my beautiful baby girl.
By Lanisha Renee Daniels4 years ago in Families
